Has the heartthrob villain collapsed today?

After Fu Zhenhong finished speaking, apart from clenching the hand hanging by her side, her face did not show much emotional ups and downs. It seemed that she had expected Fu Zhenhong's question a long time ago. Such words.

Yiqi Yizhen pursed his thin lips, lowered his eyelids slightly, his golden pupils were focused and serious, and Yiqi Yizhen was trying to observe the joy and anger in Fu Zhenhong's eyes.

This man is smiling, it is a casual, lazy smile, and there is a hint of playfulness in the casual smile.

Not angry.

Even though he said he named Xiaohuwan, he actually didn't care who came.

After realizing this, Yiqi Yizhen actually felt a bit of unwillingness and bitterness.

Fu Zhenhong didn't give Lanfa Fu Sangshen too much time to think, he sat up from the couch, and said calmly: "One issue, one shock, you appear here now, you are defying me. The command."

Because the bathrobe was relatively loose, when Fu Zhenhong sat up, the edge of the neckline of the bathrobe slipped off the shoulder on the side where he was lying.

So the round and smooth shoulders were exposed to the air, exposed to Yi Qi Yi Zhen's eyelids.

The beautiful long black hair is as thick and pitch-black as ink, and under the loose white bathrobe is a body exuding a seductive fragrance.

In this silent night, Fu Zhenhong, who was sitting on the couch, was like an evil demon that seduced people's desires, using the most beautiful face and the most perfect body to show off a charming charm full of temptation.

His throat started to feel thirsty, and his eyes fell on Fu Zhenhong's exposed shoulder socket. Under the smooth and delicate skin, there was only one place with a red bruise that destroyed the beauty, like a quiet and flawless body. Meiyu is contaminated with secular fireworks.

This is what he left last night, the mark left after he deliberately sucked deeply with his lips.

These ambiguous and charming red marks are full of a sense of abuse that makes people want to destroy them. When I think that this is made by myself, the impulsive and predatory feelings that I had suppressed in my heart are faintly suppressed. Hooked up.

The color of his eyes became deeper and deeper, and the gentle temperament around him was slowly being swallowed by another dark emotion.

He was bewitched again, obviously the other party didn't do anything this time, but he pushed open the door on his own initiative and stepped into the abyss leading to degeneration.

What an irony...

On the one hand, Yiqi Yizhen spurned himself, but on the other hand, he couldn't resist the longing in his heart.

As if she knew what was going on in her heart, Fu Zhenhong said with a half-smile: "Is Fu Sangshen as contradictory as you?"

He pursed his lips in silence, he didn't know how to answer.

The other fusangshen in Honmaru all have their own distinct personalities. As for whether they are contradictory or not, this itself is a word that is difficult to define.

Fu Zhenhong didn't get too entangled in this question. In fact, he just asked casually, and he guessed that he couldn't answer after a while.

He waved his hand to signal Yiqi Yizheng to squat down. Fu Zhenhong didn't like others looking down on him. After experiencing countless world raids, this seemed to have become an innate habit.

Since Fu Zhenhong was sitting on the couch, Yiqi Yizhen squatted behind him, and was a step below his line of sight.

Fu Zhenhong stretched out his hand to touch Yiqizhenhong's hair, Yiqiyizhen lowered his eyelashes, the broken hair on his forehead faintly covered the emotion in his eyes, and he quietly let Fu Zhenhong's movements.

Yiqi Yizhen's hair is very thin and soft.

Some people say that people with fine hair have a milder temper.

If it weren't for the painful experiences of his younger brothers, Yiqi Yizhen would have been a gentle and refined young man.

Fu Zhenhong inserted her fingers into the soft hair. His fingertips were round and delicate, and the neatly trimmed nails were glowing with luster. Hair as blue as the sky was wrapped around his knuckles.

Fu Zhenhong's movements were not lightened on purpose, as if he was playing with a toy that he was interested in, the varying degrees of strength inevitably touched his scalp, but the blue-haired Fu Sangshen didn't make a sound during the period. Did not say anything.

Fu Zhenhong was very satisfied with Yiqi Yizhen's attitude at the moment, he tightened his hands slightly, forcing Yiqi Yizhen to raise his head due to his movement.

Fu Zhenhong parted the bangs on her forehead, then bent down and kissed Fu Sangshen's smooth forehead.

Feeling the young man's body froze when he kissed him, Fu Zhenhong smiled softly. He slowly moved his lips down, caressing the skin of his lips intentionally or unintentionally, and slowly sliding them from his forehead To the bridge of the other's high nose, then to the tip of the nose, and finally to the lips of Yi Qi Yi.

Fu Zhenhong's lips were lightly pressed against Yiqi Yizheng's lips, and the moist and fragrant heat between the lips and teeth flowed into Yiqi Yizheng's lips.

Yizheng smelled a faint smell of wine, and the softness and warmth covered his lips reminded him of the feeling of wantonly invading this man's mouth last night.

The adam's apple rolled up and down unconsciously, and the thirsty throat became extremely dry now, and the breathing began to become disordered.

There is no doubt that this is an expression of emotion.

Fu Zhenhong raised his exquisite phoenix eyes slightly, the tear mole under his eyes was charming and seductive under the night, a slight smile appeared on his dark pupils, he parted his lips slightly, and then gently bit one of them with his teeth. The lower lip fluttered.

He didn't use any force, but bit his soft lips with his white teeth, and then intentionally or unintentionally touched Yiqi's lips with the flexible and moist tip of his tongue, drawing the shape of the blue-haired Fusangshen's lower lip .

Under Fu Zhenhong's blatant provocation, Yiqi Yizhen couldn't help letting out a low, muffled groan.

bang bang bang...

His heartbeat was beating violently, as if it was going to break through his chest in the next second.

Even though he has already had a closer entanglement with this man, under such teasing full of passion and desire, he still blushed and felt a little bit at a loss what to do.

Fortunately, Fu Zhenhong let go of his lips in the next second. He held Yiqi's cheeks with his slightly cool palm, pressed his forehead against Yiqi's forehead, and said in a low voice, "Since you're here, Please please me tonight."

His voice is very soft, with a kind of seductive magnetism, which is clear enough to be heard clearly in the narrow air.

"I know you're not just here to replace Xiaohuwan." Fu Zhenhong stroked the end of Yiqi Yizhen's eyes with her fingertips as she spoke, "You know, if I'm happy, everything in this pill will be fine." Well, whether it's the dilapidated and desolate environment, or... those short knives."

The bottom of his heart trembled suddenly, he moved his lips slightly, subconsciously wanting to refute, but found that some things were not clear in themselves.

He could see that this man was not that interested in short knives. He would come here today, and he really wanted the new God Inspector to be his brother's hand.

So it is undeniable that he is indeed testing.

But Yiqi Yixing is inexplicably unwilling to attribute the intimate things he and this man will do next to being able to cure the dark fall of his younger brothers.

This will make Yiqi Yizhen feel that all this is just an indifferent transaction without any emotion at all.

Yiqi Yizhen At this moment, all the thoughts in his heart surfaced on his face. After all, he was just a Fusangshen transformed by a sword. He hadn't experienced too much human sophistication, and he hadn't fully learned the cunning and cunning of the human world.

Fu Zhenhong wrapped her arms around Yiqi Yizhen's neck, seemingly unintentionally glanced at the closed window, then turned her gaze away, put her face on Yiqi Yizhen's cheek, "Hold me to the bed."

In the first episode, the heat of his body had already been raised. After Fu Zhenhong finished speaking, the blue-haired Fu Sangshen hugged Fu Zhenhong as he said, and carried him to the bed step by step.

And outside the window that Fu Zhenhong was looking at just now, there were two figures squatting quietly, breathing slowly, carefully eavesdropping on all the movements in the living room.

These two figures, both Taidao Fusangshen, have white hair.

It's just that one has long hair and the other has short hair.

Fu Sangshen with long hair is tall and straight, with a very handsome outline and a strong and explosive chest. Fu Sangshen with short white hair has exquisite features and a relatively slender and thin body.

It was Tsurumaru Kuniyong and Xiaohumaru who was named by Fu Zhenhong early this morning.

"Ah, do you really want to go on? This is quite a shock..." Tsurumaru Kuninaga narrowed his eyes, and the corners of his lips curled up in a mocking arc. Only he and Xiaohu Maru whispered in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

Xiaohumaru could clearly feel that his face was heating up, but fortunately it was night, Taidao's night vision was not good, so the blush on his face was not seen by the troublemaker beside him.

Sure enough, he shouldn't have been persuaded by this Gotiao family's sword just because he was worried about the Yizheng who came in his place, and followed him to the living room to eavesdrop.

Xiaohumaru didn't intend to continue listening, but just as he was about to leave, a low sound that seemed to be in pain and pleasure came out of the living room.

Xiaohuwan was stunned for a moment, his body froze in place.

It is the voice of the judge.

It was a completely different tone and tone from when he spoke to himself in the dining room today.

Gentle, a little soft, tangled and seductive, with a hint of tenderness.

This crooning sound clearly penetrated into Xiaohuwan's eardrums in this silent night, making the roots of his ears itchy. Ripe grains itch when they touch his body with their maple-yellow tops that are glowing with the autumn harvest after the fine wind blows.

This time, Xiaohuwan's neck was also filled with a large blush.

living room...

Yiqi Yizhen was sucking the red mark on Fu Zhenhong's shoulder socket with his lips, and the blue-haired Fu Sangshen was licking the same place with his warm and moist tongue as if vindictive and stubborn.

He wants to deepen this mark.

This trace made by him.

Fu Zhenhong half-closed her eyes, raised a hand and put it on Yiqi Yizhen's back, and stroked the young man's back along the blue-haired Fu Sangshen's military uniform.